If I let them get past this doorway, I'm literally screwed.
Shit was looking increasingly dire by the second but John wasn't about to go down without a fight, so he began hacking, slashing, and bashing like a madman whilst occasionally firing a kick here and there, that sent a number of infected tumbling down the stairs like a bunch of bowling pins. He fought and fought and vehemently kept that doorway held and after probably spending more time than he should've dealing with those 8 zombies, that grew to 11 as the fight dragged on, he finished off the last member of this small horde without sustaining even a hint of damage.
"Haaa... haaa... haaa, that was a hell of a workout." John quipped as he filled his lungs with the oxygen his body so desperately needed.
John was still wary of more coming; hence, he held his position at the top of the stairs and waited… However, no more came, surprisingly.
Doesn't look like anymore are going to show up for the time being… I better get this stairwell blocked off at least somewhat and make sure the rest of this floor is cleared. After that, I'm gonna hit the store again and snag a pistol… And maybe a suppressor if they have it and I can afford it.
Although ready to get himself a ranged weapon and start headshotting zeds from a rather safe distance instead of slicing and dicing up close and personal, he had other priorities to attend to; thus; he turned and walked into the living room. From there, he deposited his heavier weapon, the cast iron pan, on the loveseat before he dragged the cushioned chair to the doorway of the stairwell and sat it on the threshold. His actions were anything but silent; however, no infected came out to confront him.
That should impede any zeds long enough to make it back here if I hear any stomping on the stairs.
With his impromptu preparations set up, he grabbed his pan and once again ventured past the apartment bathroom and down the hall. John had had enough of stealth for the time being, so he kept his weapons ready and explored the remaining bit of the apartment, eager to strike down any infected that popped out.
Hmm, looks like this apartment is clear… As for those units below, probably not.
He was hoping to collect a few more coins, but there were no zeds hiding down the hall, nor in the singular bedroom around the corner at the end of the hall, and definitely not in the small cubby the washer and dryer were stuffed in.
Time to hit the shop.
The apartment was safe but filled with stinking corpses, and he was growing tired of the smell of blood that pervaded the air; hence, he retreated to the only clean space here besides the rainy rooftop, the bedroom. Once he cleared the doorway, he shut the intact door behind him quietly and took a seat on the edge of the made bed and pulled up the store and navigated to the pistol section.
I can't get over how many different things there are to purchase here.
John was both amazed and astounded by the seemingly limitless selection in this category, but he was running on a timer here, meaning he had to be efficient in his use of time and gather those damn coins like a Super Mario speedrunner. Thankfully, he knew what sort of handgun he wanted to run, so after giving a small section of the vast selection on display a cursory glance, he searched up the Glock 20 and was about to purchase it when he spotted the option just below it for 15 gold coins.
Glock 20 - 10 Gold Coins
(Full Auto, 2 Round Burst, Semi) Glock 20SF - 15 Gold Coins
Mmm, I am in a zombie apocalypse, so being able to spew a ton of lead at a moment's notice would be hella useful, especially since I can't afford to run an assault rifle just yet… Yeah, it's worth the extra bit of cash.
It didn't take him more than a handful of seconds to come to that decision, and when he did, a Glock 20 dropped onto his lap with a fire selector that looked like it was straight up ripped off a G18 and slapped on the rear of the slide. Realistically, the only difference between this and a G18 was this guy fired the more powerful 10mm vs the 9mm and had one more setting on the fire selector.
Sweet, it even comes with a fully loaded 15-rounder… But no round in the chamber.
Even though he was thankful for the free ammo, he still had more to spend, so he released the pistol slide. The moment he did, it slid forward, picked up a round, and loaded said round into the chamber. He didn't expect any visitors to come knocking, but just in case a zombie broke into the bedroom whilst he was doing his shopping, he would be loaded and ready to put one right between its brows.
I'm down to 34 gold coins now. What else do I need to buy... Well, I better think about what my next move is first before I go ahead and start blowing the remainder of the pocket change I've managed to gather because shit can easily hit the fan once I start blasting.
John was well aware of how aggressive the infected were in the pursuit of human flesh when it came to Left 4 Dead, hence he took his time coming up with various plans thinking about which of them had the highest likelihood of him making it out of this world of walking dead.
My options are pretty limited given that I'm all alone and have no one else to rely upon other than myself, so my best bet of making it through this initial bit would be to farm the undead for a bit and get that Green Flu Vaccine first before I then go onto buying the necessary weapons, gear, and equipment I need to face the hoards of undead and potentially escape this city.
And due to the unfortunate circumstances I've been placed in, I have a few ways I can go about this. One, I can go loud and just start blasting the undead without any regard for how I would survive if I get surrounded and overwhelmed. Or two, I can take a more stealthy approach and attempt to take the zeds out silently or as quietly as I can whilst racking up gold coins, which will eventually get me to the goal. Or three, I can take a mixed approach and accumulate the coins at a moderate rate.
He was a ballsy young man normally, but this was a game of survival, so any fuck-ups here would likely cost him his life or incur lasting injuries he may not be able to heal or recover from.
Yeah, as fun as going guns blazing would be, I think approaching it that way would be rather foolish and the equivalent of writing my own death warrant, so I'll take a pass on that one. As for the second option, the benefits are as clear as day to anyone with even half a brain but I do not know if I'm infected, and due to how infectious the Green Flu is, I can't risk taking my time silently killing off one zombie after the next when I could be turning.
Hence, I think the best option for me would be to take a hybrid approach to this situation… At least until I've delayed or somewhat resolved the Green Flue issue. Having said that, it won't hurt to reduce the noise of my handgun and any other firearms, so it would be a good idea to purchase a suppressor… Some other niceties like a micro red dot sight, a laser light combo, an extended magazine, and a holster would help as well.
After giving it some thought, John knew exactly how he wanted to go about things; thus, he eagerly began his small spending spree and filtered through the endless list of items, abilities, and powers on display. The store had just about everything a gun nerd could dream of wanting, including many fictional items that were well beyond John's minute budget, so even though he wished to acquire such items dearly, he nonetheless looked away... Although very reluctantly.
It's sad, but one day I too will possess a BFG.
From there he went on to purchase an assortment of attachments, an extended magazine, and a couple of ammo types, spending every bit of money he had on improving his firepower and survivability.
[ Store ]
Gold Coins: 0
( Search Bar: _______________ )
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( Weapon Attachments )
Laser Light Combo - 3 Gold Coins (1x)
Micro Red Dot Sight - 3 Gold Coins (1x)
10mm Pistol Suppressor - 5 Gold Coins (1x)
( Weapon Magazines )
Glock 20 30 Round Big Stick Magazine - 5 Gold Coins (1x)
( Gear )
Pistol Holster - 5 Gold Coins (1x)
Pistol Magazine Pouch - 1 Gold Coin (3x)
War Belt - 3 Gold Coins (1x)
( Supplies )
100 Rounds of any type - 8 Gold Coins (1x)
"Welp, it was fun whilst it lasted."
He thought aloud to himself as he scanned the nicely made bed covered with gear, pistol attachments, a big extended Glock magazine, and finally a box of 100 10mm rounds, which consisted of 85 FMJ rounds for normal zed killing and 15 APDS rounds for putting down those that could take a beating.
If I had more funds, I would've gotten a couple more mags, but I will rectify that in a moment here.
Excited to restart his money-gathering efforts, John engaged the safety on his Glock 20, unscrewed the thread protector and tossed it aside since he doubted he would ever use it again. He then screwed on the newly purchased pistol suppressor before going on to mount the micro red dot and the laser light combo device in the designated mounting points.
Once he was done setting up his primary weapon, he unloaded the 15 rounder and swapped the full metal jacketed rounds for the 15 armor-piercing ones he just bought.
These should be able to handle any special infected I come across minus Tanks and whatever else the Green Flu might be cooking up.
With that mag loaded he transferred those loose FMJ rounds sitting on the bedding to the big stick magazine and packed that sucker till all 14 were gone, and then kept going with the box of ammo he bought moments ago until it had a full 30 rounds sitting in it ready to blast through dozens of zombie skulls.
If I place my shots perfectly, I should be able to net myself 31 kills before I need to retreat to pack my magazine again.
John still had more preparations that needed taking care of, so he reloaded the Glock with the mag that was twice the size of the one it came with, took the safety off, and laid the FMJ-loaded handgun on the bed. From there, he took the war belt lying on the bed and attached the pouches and the pistol holster to it before wearing it around his waist.
Alright, I'm pretty much good to go. I just need to throw my extra ammunition in that small backpack thrown in the corner of the room.
Nearly ready to head on out, John put his only firearm in his new spiffy holster and did the same with his extra mag filled with AP rounds and dumped the 70 rounds he had sitting in the ammo box into the small red backpack along with the frying pan. The moment it was all zipped up and secured, he got up and grabbed his machete and opened the bedroom door to the grotesque scene of fresh infected bodies.
Yeah, I'm going to have to find a new place to stay after I farm for a bit because there's no way I'm getting this place cleaned… It's also not that defendable nor that sturdy so that's just another reason to move on.
Throwing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he slowly walked down the hall and approached the stairwell with his sharp-bladed melee weapon held at the ready. Sadly, when he turned the corner, there wasn't a single zombie waiting on the stairs that needed a blade hacked through its skull.
What a bummer, guess I'll head up to the rooftop like I planned… Hmm, on second thought let me clear the rest of the building first before I go ahead and start taking heads up top. The last thing I want to experience is getting trapped on a rooftop with no real way of keeping them at bay.
Primed and ready, John moved the loveseat he was using to temporarily block the stairs aside and stood there at the top of the stairwell waiting. However, no zeds took interest after standing there for half a minute, so he swapped his machete to his left hand, drew his pistol, and slowly descended the stairs, psyched to venture to the next floor and clear the apartment building and make that money.